Vanessa
I turned just in time to see Scot's hand travel mid-air and crash into the face of a server.
A collective gasp echoed through the hall. Everyone's gaze snapped toward to the scene. Scot's nostrils flared up in disgust. Both his hands clenched by his sides, rage radiating from every muscle.
The scowl on his face sends a note of menace across the now-silent hall.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr Greyson," the male server pleaded, his voice shaky and his palm resting on his cheek with his head facing the ground.
"You just ruined my suit, and you think 'sorry' fixes it? Are you blind?" His voice rose, sharp and dangerous before he struck the server again.
Gasps turned into murmurs. I watched in stunned horror as Scor grabbed the man by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground.
Immediately, I ran over to the scene to see Scot's face superheated almost as if he had just gone through the heating stage of forging.
The server looked petrified, frozen with tears pooling in his eyes.
"Let him.go," Mr. Mark Greyson said firmly, stepping forward before i could speak.
"That's enough, son."
Scot didn't budge. His grip stayed firm. The server's lips quivered as stuttered
Scot didn't reply. Instead, he stared intensely at the server, who had paltry tears laced at the fringe of his eyes. "I-I-I'm sorry, sir… I was in a hurry to attend to a guest… I slipped… an – and the drink spilt… I'm sorry… It won't happen again." The server stuttered as he begged, tears streaming down his eyes.
"C'mon, now you heard him; he said he slipped; now let him go", Mr Mark demanded.
"Stay out of this, Dad. This bastard needs to be taught a lesson," Scot answered through gritted teeth.
"I-I-I'm sorry, sir… I was in a hurry to attend to a guest… I slipped… an – and the drink spilt… I'm sorry… It won't happen again." The server stuttered as he begged, tears streaming down his eyes.
"C'mon, now you heard him," Mr.Mrak said again, voice low but firm. "Let him go."
"Stay out of this, Dad," Scot snapped through clenched teeth. "This idiot needs to be taught a lesson.
Gasps rippled around us again. A few guests shifted uncomfortably whispering behind thier hands.
Then, Scot grabbed a galss of red wine from a table. Slowly, deliberately, he poured the contents over the server's head .
The wine streamed down, soaking his shirt, mingling with the tears on his face.
"How's that feel?" Scot asked, then dropped the glass. It shattered on the marble floor with a harsh crack. The server flinched.
My chest tightened. This was was cruel. Inhumane. And all i could do was stand there, helpless, hating myself for doing nothing.
Scot shoved the man, wo stumbled and fell to.the ground
"That's enough!" Mr Mark Greyson barked, grabbing Scot's arm and yanking him back."Stop this madness. You are embarrassing yourself—and me."
Scot shrugged him off. "You don't expect me to ignore this? This suit was custom-made!"
"It's just a suit. You can get another. "
"Just a suit?! This isn't just any suit. It is one of my favourite suits, and that thing ruined it!"
"We are rich, Scot. You'll buy a thousand more. Now pull yourself today."
Mr. Greyson waved the server away, who bowed slightly before walking away.
"Whose side are you on?" Scot turned to his father
"I'm not taking sides. After all, it's your wedding; can we not turn it into a circus?"
"You know what?" Scot snapped. "Screw this. We're leaving,"
Before i could react, his gand clamped aroumd mine, he dragged me toward the exit.
I held up my dress so I could walk freely and not stumble while being dragged by Scot. Against my will.
As we passed Helena, she leaned in with a smug smile.
"Have a blissful marriage, Vanessa," She purred under her breath.
Outside, Scot's private chauffeur, Lahm, stood.at attention besides the sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom.
The swung open as soon as he saw us.
I yanked my hand free from his grip, which made him turn to face me.
"What the hell was that all about?" I questioned, wrapping my arms around my chest, hoping to get a pleasing answer.
"What was what?" he asked with a stern look on his face.
"That scene back there. You humiliated him---for drink spill?"
"He's lucky I didn't kill him," he uttered, shoving both his hands in his pocket.
I blinked "What? there was no need to overreact, you think that was justified?"
"And who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do and what not to do?" He asked; the scowl he shot at me sends a warning signal, but I choose to ignore them.
I lifted my han, showing the ring."In case you forgot, your wife–and your behavior was disgusting."
A small laugh escaped his lips but disappeared as soon as I blinked. He strode to cover the space between us, our faces just inches apart.
The smell of his expensive cologne hit my nose as his massive body blocked my view, which solely displays the sharpness of his ethereal features.
I shudder, allowing my eyes to drop.
He took out his hand from his pocket and raised my chin for my eyes to meet his.
And after trying to resist his gaze, my eyes finally landed on his icy stare.
"Listen closely, 'wife', if you're going to live under my roof, you better learn to keep that smart mounth in check." he said, voice calm but harsh.
He raised his hand in the air, and I flinched, thinking he wanted to hit me.
Suddenly, two men in black suits appeared behimd me like shadows. His guards.
"Take her home," he ordered them and turned away to leave.
I stepped toward him."Where are you going?"
But he didn't answer. He didn't even look back.
One of the guards gestured silently to the car.
I stood there for a moment, cold air brushing my skin, the taste of fear sharp on my tongue–until finally, I climbed into the car, the door shutting me into silence.